Ryan could remember going to bed at his usual time. He'd felt exhausted after a long training session with his football team-mates.
Then nothing until awoke and found himself strapped to some sort of frame in a dark, damp, dungeon-like place.
There was a strange feeling at his groin, a dull ache, it felt as if his tackle was being squeezed by something very tight.
"Welcome, Mr Hawke!", a voice boomed out, "we are ready to begin your induction".
Ryan could just about make out a masked figure in the murk.
He felt a stab of fear.
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Artist unknown, I'm afraid.
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